Before we begin, I'd just like to say that this is my first published fanfiction (I've written a few private ones before) so hopefully I can learn how to properly write as I go along. I also likely wont have a regular updating schedule (two-three weeks) I'll just drop a new chapter in here and there.

That being said any feedback, positive or negative, is appreciated, although it would be nice if the bad feedback was specific so I can work toward something.

Anyway, enjoy reading this; This ship has been my OTP for quite some time, and will likely stay that way for a lot longer. (Hint hint, If you're a Pharmercy supporter, take your leave now.)

'Morrison…I think I found something."

Darkness.

'…stay with me..."

Darkness.

"…it's not a pretty sight."

Darkness.

Genji always held a preference for the dark. It let him loose of all his family responsibilities. Hanzo and him grew close there, where no boundaries were set and the curiosity of two young boys could unfurl.

But as with all things, those times came to an end. Hanzo, being the elder son of the Shimada Clan and eventual heir to the empire when Sojiro was gone, had to uptake new responsibilities, ones which estranged him further from his own brother. By the time the pair were in their teens, Hanzo was well versed in leadership and martial arts, being proficient at both the bow and the sword. Genji on the other hand…he picked up girls. Lots of them. While having girls is certainly by no means a negative feat, it did not exactly align with what the elders of the Shimada Clan had in mind.

When both were in their mid-twenties, Hanzo was told to set Genji straight, in order that he could rule the empire too. Genji disliked the criminal life, and preferred to stay away from it.

"Hanzo, I wish not to murder and strike fear upon the people of Hanamura. I don't want to join your little party of assassins."

"I wish you could see things the way I do, brother. Then I would not be forced to do what I must."

"And that is?"

Hanzo unsheathed his blade, ready to strike down his little brother. Genji, noticing this unsubtle act, unsheathed his own blade, in the hopes to defend himself.

"I don't want to strike you down brother. But the elders have decreed it."

"You don't have to follow their word. Leave, and we can escape this land of crime and enter one of peace."

"If only I was as naïve as you, brother."

With one quick stroke, Hanzo dismembered Genji's right arm, the one he brandished his blade with. Genji cried out in agony, now unable to fight back against Hanzo. Within seconds, Hanzo made quick slashes, causing even more pain toward Genji.

With a final slice across his body, Hanzo turned his back and muttered:

"You are a fool, Genji. We could have been family."

Angela Ziegler, Dr Ziegler to some and Mercy to others, was enjoying her brief time of peace. It was not often that she'd be able to relax and do the stuff she wanted. She'd finish dealing with a new patient, grab a cup of coffee and by the time she had finished said coffee, another patient would be rushed through the door usually with some sort of wound that required her specific attention. Nights without sleep began, and not long after became the norm.

Overwatch had shipped her off to Japan, alongside Strike Commander Jack Morrison to deal with the mess that was the Shimada Clan. Why they would choose to send her and not someone more covert like Jesse, she did not know, but Angela took the situation to her advantage as much as possible. She walked along the thin market, now wet streets of Hanamura, hiding her golden hair inside a hoodie and some baggy trousers. It was a far cry from the attire that she usually wore, but it worked well to conceal her identity. She was holding a small bag full of Japanese food; the culture's food intrigued her and she was looking forward to trying it.

A little girl ran up to Angela and said "Are you Mercy? You look like her!"

'Sorry, I don't know who she is." Angela replied, wearing her best fake smile toward the sweet girl, who ran back to her parents that were tilting their head at her.

It was imperative that her identity not be revealed. It was likely that the Shimada clan knew who Mercy was and if they discovered a Mercy in their own domain, they would no doubt take her hostage or kill her on the spot. The Shimada's did not associate with Overwatch. As she and Morrison were on linked communications with each other, it was only a matter of time before Morrison uttered something:

"You can't let anyone know who you are, Mercy." a voice came out of her earpiece.

"I know Commander. I was briefed on this mission too." Angela responded.

"Please, it's Jack. And I'm just making sure you're safe. We don't want to get ourselves killed out there."

"Whatever you say, Jack."

Morrison was a friendly person no doubt, and one who held grand morals to bring the best out of people. No wonder he was appointed Strike Commander. Yet, sometimes Angela felt as if he was being a bit too overprotective, almost like a dad would to his child.

"Fantastic. They carry me, a medical doctor, off to god knows where in Japan to deal with a murder syndicate who could probably kill me if they wanted to. And just when I think I get some time to myself, its ruined by the fact someone decided it should rain today.", she muttered. Angela did not like the rain, and nor the secrecy that she had to uphold. Clutching the bag of food tighter, Angela continued in German: "Next thing I know there's going to be another person running into my face screaming for help. It happens too often and I do not need more.". Hurrying faster on her small stature back to their accommodation, Angela kept muttering in increasing frustration about her situation. What's more, her bag of food was starting to dampen. While hurrying, she noticed a glint appear for a split second in the corner of her left eye. Curious as to what it was, she turned around slowly and made out the silhouettes of two young men. One of them, the elder, held a sword, likely what caused the glint in her eye. The other was on the floor, though she could not see what position he was in. The elder man was saying something to the younger one.

Realising the implication of the situation, Angela hid in a bush to witness what would happen. Thoughts ran through her mind: would the elder man kill the other? Or was it just a misunderstanding on her behalf. The clothes both men wore were very traditional: perhaps it was just training. She looked round to make sure nobody was on her rear, but when her eyes returned to scene, the elder man was gone, the younger one still laying there. She waited another five minutes for the man to get up, but his silhouette remained attached to the ground. Gingerly, the woman rose out of the bush to peek at the man. As she got closer, she noticed a pool on the ground. It was red. Her eyes widened, heart rate spiking so that it was audible in her head. She shook her head and pinched herself. But no, the pool remained there.

On the ground, a gravely wounded corpse lay, surrounded by blood. Its legs and left arm had been cut off, presumably by the other man.

Angela considered turning back and running back to where she was meant to be. Today was supposed to be her off day and the man on the floor was probably dead anyway. Hanamura was known for its crime level and if she were to help this man it could prove futile and put herself in grave risk. A pretty woman alone in the street was an opportunity for many malicious people to strike. The other man could also be nearby, which would probably result in her death. She would have continued the train of thought if she had not noticed a small logo on the man's shirt, tattered and tossed onto the side.

Two dragons chasing each other. She had seen it before, in Overwatch head-quarters. Her pupils dilated even further.

The Shimada Clan.

If Overwatch could get their hands on a member of the Shimada clan, they could come closer to ending a mass crime syndicate and save countless lives. She could stop children from ever needing to hear the immortal words: 'Your parents are dead.' She could stop what occurred to her from occurring to the public. But what would happen to the poor man, after Overwatch was done with him. Verdammt, she knew that Overwatch was a sketchy organisation at best and downright unethical at worst. She was a doctor, and doctors do not hurt lives. She could save some but at the expense of others. Angela didn't want to hurt anyone. This man, this man who lay on the floor, if she were to save him, he would live a life of admonishment and outcast, would that truly be better than death itself?

She glanced over, the sliced-up man lying there peacefully, as if he was accepting of his death, which only intensified the moral dilemma she was going through. She turned to face away from the man, and picked up her bag of food. She was about to walk away, head ducked in shame, when the man on the floor called out hoarsely in broken English: "Please…don't go."

At these words, Angela made her decision.

She would save him.

Mercy had not uttered a word in over an hour, and she know that Jack would be getting increasingly worried. She had said she was just going out to explore and buy some food, and would return as soon as possible. For obvious reasons she had not come back. Before Jack would inevitably unmute his headset and bark at her absence. She instead took the initiative and did it herself.

"Morrison…I think I found something."

"Mercy is that you? What are your whereabouts and are you in danger?"

"I know damn well that you know where I am, I know you put trackers in everything. And no, I'm not in danger, Jack, but I found someone who is."

"What happened?"

"Let's just say you might want to bring a helicopter, it's not a pretty sight."

Genji opened his eyes and saw a petite blonde woman standing not too far from him, talking seemingly into thin air with a tint of franticness and panic.

"Just get here already J-oh he's noticed me." The woman said.

"Don't move, you're going to be okay just stay with me, we'll get you out of here soon." A soothing voice touched his ears. Her expression was one of serenity, which quickly morphed into a frown. Genji sensed that this was because she didn't know whether he could even comprehend him, which he could.

"Can…english" he said, feeling pain in every syllable. The woman's face relaxed, and returned to one of serenity.

"I'm from Overwatch, I'm the head doctor and medical researcher there, so don't worry you're in good hands. My colleagues will arrive any minute now."

Overwatch huh, those guys. I guess if they're all like this woman then they aren't too bad.

Sure enough, a helicopter descended from the heavens, though with added noise and wind that you don't really find in heaven. Genji squinted at it. It had a gun-metal grey paint job with the Overwatch logo plastered on the side. Hovering in the air, two people jumped down from it, before flying away, presumably to not attract excess attention in the area. The woman rushed over to the people that had just arrived.

"Couldn't have arrived early enough, Jack."

"I apologise, I had to pick up a…comrade."

"Who now?"

"Doesn't matter, didn't you say there was a life on the line?"

"Ah yes, let me get back to him."

I witnessed rushing back to me on her small legs. I saw her sparkling blue eyes meet my dark-brown ones, as well as her golden hair flowing from her head. Her appearance was fragile but she was cute I'll give her that.

"What is your name, if you feel comfortable to speak."

"Genji…Genji…Shimada." I stuttered, knowing full well that Overwatch would know who I was and the atrocities my family had done.

Immediately, I heard another female voice yell: "Mercy watch out!"

I saw the blonde woman quickly turn around before feeling something hit my chest. I looked down and saw a small dart and imprinted on it: "Sleep Dart.". Suddenly, a rush of numbness devoured my body and I found my eyelids becoming heavier and heavier, the dull ache I had endured the past half-hour had disappeared and I slipped into the abyss, feeling calm and tranquil.

Angela spun round and snatched her Caduceus Blaster from its holster, ready to fire at whoever just shot Genji.

"Mercy, stand down, it's me, Jack, and Ana."

She looked at the two oncoming people and with a sigh, placed her blaster back into its hilt.

"Ana that was the patient! And since when were you here?" Angela remarked.

"I heard him say his name was Genji Shimada. Do you not know who that is? You could have gotten yourself killed. Also, it's Captain Amari to you, and Jack told me to come covertly and keep an eye on you."

Angela glared at the commander, but he simply ignored it.

"He was mortally wounded on the floor, unable to even move. How would he have attacked me?"

"Never mind that, he's too much of a liability to take. Leave it there."

This made Angela's blood seethe. To just leave a poor, defenceless man to die on the streets alone. Sure, he was part of the Shimada clan but every life is a life and she was not about to abandon one due to some "liability".

"He, the man gravely wounded on the floor, could give us information on the Shimada Clan. He, could tell us how to defeat the clan and stop countless lives from being ruined. He, could be the person we're looking for." Angela replied, anger dipped in her verse. As much as she hated using her patients as tools, she knew it would be the only way to convince Captain Amari.

"And if he refuses to help?"

"Then I'll let him go. But if we leave him here, we could be losing out on game-changing information. Why pass up on the opportunity?"

"I hate to say it Ana, but she's right. We'd be better off taking him."

"Fine. But I'm not happy with this."

Angela, having calmed down, looked at the man, now fast asleep (albeit against his own will) on the floor in front of her. She couldn't help but imagine what he looked like before he was cut down, but quickly returned her attention back to the current day after her cheeks started to heat up.

"So now that's sorted…is anyone going to carry him?" Jack mumbled.

"Jack. You brought a stretcher, right?" Ana asked.

"Uh…about that…"

"Useless as ever I see, no wonder the second in command always has to do everything."

"I'll carry him." A timid voice emanated from Angela's lips. She didn't know why her tone was timid, she had carried wounded soldiers and civilians alike out from the heat of battle, surely carrying one man in a quiet area with two trained Overwatch agents would be a piece of cake?

Picking the man up, she noticed that he was unexpectedly light. Even with the lack of a couple limbs she didn't struggle at all. "I guess the assassins of the Shimada Clan are nimble." She thought.

The trio walked with pace for a couple minutes along the backstreets of Hanamura, being careful to not be seen, for there were most likely numerous spies and assassins affiliated with the Shimada Clan in the area. They walked in silence, which gave Angela a couple moments to ponder her decision. She had just brought in one of the Shimada's, and judging from the display she saw earlier, he seemed to be high up. She knew Overwatch would no doubt ask for something in return for his live being saved, and she could only hope that it would not be severe. Captain Amari was not pleased in the decision either, and Angela hoped it would not result in souring tensions between them. Oh Gott, the ramifications were too big and numerous to even comprehend.

Arriving at the helicopter, she frowned at the lack of a bed and was forced to place Genji flat on the floor, staining it with blood. The frown relaxed however, as she spotted her staff leaning against a chair at the back of the helicopter. At least Jack hadn't forgotten that. The staff worked by creating a beam of nanobiotics meant to sterilize wounds and regrow cells. It wouldn't make Genji regrow an arm and legs but it was enough to keep him in a stable-enough condition to survive the flight back to their Swiss headquarters where she could properly treat his wounds.

Once the other two had taken their seats next to the pilot near the front of the helicopter, Jack told him to "get to headquarters now." and the blades started to spin up, emitting a low drone that remained present in the background, lifting the vehicle slowly but surely into the air. The atmosphere within was frigid, and nobody spoke a word. Angela thought back to one point: she couldn't make Genji regrow limbs, and his scarring was no doubt too deep for antibiotics to heal. How could she deal with all those losses? She couldn't just leave him as a torso but there were no other options that she could think of. Would living life as just a torso be better than death? Would Genji want to continue living half a life without much freedom to do what other could? All the questions made her insides turn. She turned to look at Genji, still sleeping fast asleep on the floor. Captain Amari's sleep dart sure did work its magic. He seemed at peace once again, making Angela smile as she laid her staff on the ground beside him and slowly applied its healing beam onto him.

The journey to headquarters would take significant hours, so, satisfied with her work thus far, Angela sat down on one of the seats, keeping Genji in front of her view in case she heard any disturbances coming from the direction. Slowly, she closed her eyes and waited for their arrival. Just another day of work.